(Our story so far:
22-year-old Lori arrives at a converted warehouse and is escorted deep within. She is told to undress and puts on a short silk robe. She is further escorted by a grey-haired gentleman who stops and expertly handles her body. He leads her to steps leading up to a curtain and a mysterious white room. Lori is willingly allowing herself to be auctioned off nude to become a decorative naked object or a pretty little sex toy for a wealthy man--or woman.)
Curtis was surprised when Lori simply pushed the curtain aside and boldly walked through. Most girls at least hesitated--they had no idea exactly who or what was behind the curtain, or what indignities would be done to their naked bodies.
Curtis sucked in his breath. This one promised to be one of the best... a naturally nude beauty who could not wait for her leased servitude to start.
Curtis followed her onto the stage. Lori had stopped dead and was breathing hard. The stage was about three feet up which allowed for excellent views from the floor. There were five men and one woman sitting incongruously on those padded metal chairs people put out for parties. And the thing that was taking Lori's breath away was a smallish bed in the corner of the stage, facing her audience and covered with a blue and white coverlet, just like her girlish bedroom at home.
How did they know? she thought, wildly. Just how powerful were these people? She was about to expose every inch of her body--and probably several inches inside--what other secrets did they already possess?
Lori barely suppressed a jump when she felt Curtis's arm around her waist. She sighed as his hand predictably dropped further down and he squeezed each cheek. He even pulled her open and ran a finger up and down her crack.
She was going to have to get used to this.
"Gentlemen... and lady," he nodded to the older, solidly built, yet still gorgeous well-dressed lady. She nodded back, smiling. Her eyes never left Lori's face and body.
"May I introduce for your viewing pleasure today--and I hope for your bids to lease this nude body later--Miss Lori T.!"
"Oh my God! Curtis: you told us you were saving the best for last--you never told us you were bringing in a naked goddess!"
That was a man in the back, to the right. He was more casually dressed than all the other men in a plaid shirt and worn jeans. Even sitting down, he was a big guy--maybe 6' 3" or 4" and appropriately built.
"Yes Dennis. I agree: Lori is obviously a naked goddess. Lori: walk up to the end of the catwalk and do some poses; dance if you wish. And make sure your potential bidders see every part of you."
Lori was surprisingly prepared for this. She strode up and caught the eyes of her six watchers--three on each side of the catwalk. She had practiced a complete striptease at home, but it did include some nude poses at the end, so she was fine.
In fact... she had watched a very sexy sexploitation movie, all in Spanish, that someone had posted online. The wife of a very high-ranking politician is taken captive by South American rebels who overthrow the government. She must prove she has value--and the only thing the horny men can think of is her value as a sex slave.
The men order her to strip naked and dance. The woman is beautiful, aristocratic, probably in her late thirties. She knows she is dancing for her life. With tears streaming down, flushed red to her breasts, and dripping with sweat inside the rebel's dank cave... she dances.
Lori closed her eyes. The woman was Nadie. Just as Lori often became the fantasy girl Charlotte in her never-finished erotic novel, now, she would become Nadie.
She closed her eyes. She stretched out her arms high above her head. Lori lowered her arms as she opened her eyes. She ran her hands up and down her naked body from thighs to breasts. She made eye contact with each bidder, seemingly offering her breasts to each of them with her hands.
There was a guy up front who kept looking up at her and then took notes. He had sandy, dark-blonde hair and wire-rim glasses. Lori labeled him "the professor." The two other men were cookie-cutter dark-suited businessmen. They both seemed bored and kept checking their watches. Where were they going that was better than this?!
She slowly knelt down, her body straight. Then she turned away from her audience and began to thrust out her enticing rump--the one body part that Mr. Curtis himself could not stop handling.
Lori could feel the expectations as she reached back--looking over her shoulder--and slowly opened up said rump. She was feeling as in control as she was feeling vulnerable. In this position, both of her openings were brazenly exposed, and she kept thinking that her eager audience was expecting her to eventually perform a sexual act to prove her worth.
But... she was in control of her naked body... at least for now.
Lori abruptly turned back to face her bidders. She sat back on her ass then let her whole body stretch out. As she lay down flat on the stage, she began her leg dance. She stuck one leg at a time straight up, then grabbed it around the knee and pulled it up the appropriate breast. She pedaled both legs in the air as if she was riding a bike. A leg show was important when a woman was dancing nude, as it refocused attentions on her whole body, not only on her hitherto hidden lady parts.
Now, the final offering. Lori sat up again but turned her sit into a naked squat back on her heels. She aimed her now open slit in as general a direction as to give all of her admirers a special view as she spread her legs open. As she had read in various books, legs in this position should not hold back on spreading until thighs were taut and aching.
Lori looked down and took inventory. Relatively long clitoral hood with a bulging round nub at the end. Her outers now hardly noticeable as her plump and now separated labia minora were boldly poking out... and her normally slitted vaginal opening was presenting as an invitingly deep hole.
Not bad, she thought. But not that much different from other girls. It was her whole package, her gestalt that got to people: a very pretty face, a slender body that curved out in all the right places, and legs that could probably get her in T. V. commercials.
Yes, she liked herself naked... but did they?
"Lori T., you are a hot little bundle of sex; that tight pink body of yours is only an extension of your tight pink cunt... which is leaking by the way. You might want to find something to plug that hole."
That was obviously Dennis.
"Dennis!" the well-dressed lady chided. "This sweet thing needs to know that some of us have more refined tastes when it comes to the enjoyment of female flesh; some of us have risen above the Neanderthal."
Lori noted that the woman spoke crisp, melodious English with an undefinable somewhere-European accent. Lori looked down at herself. She was still in an ass on heels, knees wide open, 'look at my pussy!' pose. Lori hadn't anticipated audience participation; she didn't know how to gracefully close up shop.
"Dennis; Zelda;" it was the voice of Curtis, right behind Lori. She had been so intent on the fact that her drippy open vagina was happily winking at everyone, she hadn't noticed him.
"We don't we save it for our little 'Q&A with Naked Lori?' He looked down on her. "It is so enjoyable to conduct an interview when a girl is stark naked... but I don't think I've ever done an interview with anyone in this very educational position."
Lori mumbled "Sorry." She slowly closed her legs. Curtis reached down and helped her up.
"Now Lori: tell us a bit about yourself."
Lori felt so strange, as if she was a contestant for Explicitly Nude Miss America. "I'm twenty-two, I have my four-year degree with a concentration in Sociology. I intend to go on to graduate school... once I have a bit more... funding."
Everyone grinned and nodded. That was the main reason most women stripped and leased their naked bodies. At a standard rate of their leaseholder paying one million dollars to Central Pink for a standard three-month lease, a leased naked girl would earn $100,000. Most of the money was paid as salary for some non-existent job--or was overpaid for a real naked job. The rest would be doled out slowly as a result of being definitively overpaid for nude modeling jobs once she returned home.
"How did you hear about us, sweet lady?" Curtis now had his hand cupping the part of her genitalia unseen by her audience in front. His finger was toying with her vaginal opening.
"Ummm... my best friend took me on a whirlwind tour of Europe last year. She told me she was going to stay for three months on a 'great job.' Turned out she was taking enough pics of her at the tourist sites in like... eight countries in six days. She was going to post things gradually; send pics home. She suggested I do the same and pose with her.
Then she told me what she was really doing: she was going to be a naked pleasure girl on a European estate. She wouldn't be allowed to wear clothes, she would work a regular job there totally nude, she would be a naked server at parties, and dine naked in private with her leaseholder.
I was even more shocked when she said she was not allowed to turn down any requests for... well, blow jobs and hand jobs. She was a naked pleasure girl, first and foremost.
I wanted nothing to do with it. Then she told me what her assignment paid.
I started posing for pictures with her. We were both creating our 'cover stories.'"
Dennis spoke up. "You will love my Bordeaux estate. Twenty-nine rooms, game room, movie room, gym, one indoor pool and two outdoor; a garden to get lost in and hiking trails into my very own forest. You'll be with four other nude girls: my 'five little pixies.' You'll all run around naked and cute day and night, entertaining yourselves as well as all the staff and guests. Then I'll take you to my vineyard. All my pixies work the grapes stark naked, as all the young male workers fall in love, and follow around their favorites with their dicks practically hanging out. You will love it. And I must have you. I will outbid anyone to have you."
Lori didn't know what to say. She simply made eye contact, then bowed her head. As she looked up, she noticed 'the professor' scribbling furiously in his notebook.
"If I may?"
Curtis nodded.
"Sir? I would love to read what you're writing about me. It would undoubtedly make great material for my next erotic novel."
Most of her watchers laughed. The man smiled.
"I am noting every tiny movement of your naked body; every micro-expression on your face. The way that a woman moves and reacts when she is nude--it speaks volumes toward how she will finally make love."
Lori blinked and bowed her head again.
No one noticed Curtis looking up to a far corner. He nodded his head slowly. Everything was being filmed and he just sent a message.
"If you all would look at your devices, we just sent you all some excerpts from Miss Lori's very naughty unpublished erotic novel. Charlotte's naked adventures will provide you with a great insight into this little one's deepest and darkest fantasies."
